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1742] To Horace Mann
For an oath's but a joke To one that has broke Thro' all honour and ties with his friends
Go to Cart'ret and Pelham, You'll still go on, tell 'em,
All honest men's hopes to defeat; To crown your disgrace They'd give you this place,
And your character will be complete.
HUMBLY INSCKIBED TO THE EABL OF BATH
. . . Negue enim lex justior ulla, Quam netis artifices arte perire sua.
Parcius junctas giiatiimt fenestras, Ictibus crebris juvenes protervi, Nee tibi somnos adimunt, amatgue
Great Earl of Bath, your reign is o'er, The Tories trust your word no more,
The Whigs no longer fear you; Your gates are seldom now unbarr'd, No crowds of coaches fill your yard,
And scarce a soul comes near you.
Few now aspire at your good graces; Scarce any sue to you for places,
Or come with their petition, To tell how well they have deserv'd, How long, how steadily they starv'd
For you in Opposition.
Expect to see that tribe no more, Since all mankind perceive that pow'r Is lodg'd in other hands;